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20: Ramsy.
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All For You, Daddy 21: Julia.
I pace the bedroom at the foot of Curtis's bed where I've been standing vigil all night, my heart and mind in turmoil. After carrying my brother to the room beneath the stairs, Ramsy took one look at my face and backed out through the entrance, striding to his den with purpose. What purpose? I'm not sure.I only know that as soon as the sun comes up, we have to leave this place. The home, the land...and the man that has captivated me. Made me burn out of control.This was my warning. Curtis's arm isn't broken, thankfully. Just bruised. But that bruise stares at me from across the bedroom like an accusation. If I'd been in the house, if I'd been watching him like I should have instead of indulging my physical curse, this wouldn't have happened. I would have soothed my brother back to sleep and avoided this injury.Giving in to my hunger means neglecting everything else. And now that my mother is gone, I can't afford to do that anymore. I'm all my brother has.I completely lost myself o
All For You, Daddy 22: Julia.
Somehow I already sense the answer to that question as I run from the room, traveling through the foyer, out the main entrance and onto the grass. My chest is tighter than a drum as I approach him, fingertips pressed to my lips to keep a cry from escaping. But eventually I can't anymore and I make a shallow sound, causing Ramsy's sledgehammer to pause mid-swing.Slowly, he turns around—and reveals a man possessed. His black hair hangs down low over his brow, sweat running in rivulets down the sides of his handsome face."Ramsy," I say, unable to get my voice above a whisper, thanks to the strain in my throat. "What are you doing?"His big shoulders heave with exertion, and absently I notice the claw marks I left. Great red streaks running down the middle of his beautiful chest. "The last thing I can do to keep you here." He drops the sledgehammer beside his right foot, the tool hitting the ground loudly. "I asked you to face your fear without facing mine. I'm fixing that now. Look at
All For You, Daddy 23: Ramsy.
Five Years LaterMy wife is still horny as hell. More so than ever.And that makes me the luckiest man on planet earth.I'm positive that I've done nothing in my life to deserve her, so now I spend every day trying to become worthy. Worthy of her running breathlessly into my office two or three times a day, needing her pussy serviced. Sometimes her need has spiked so dramatically, she comes after one thrust, screaming her relief, liquid pleasure coasting down the globes of her buttocks and pooling on my desk.Hell, maybe it is an affliction. Maybe it is unusual for a woman to be in heat as often as Julia. But it will be a cold day in hell before she takes a cure that isn't my cock.I check the clock on my computer now, a muscle ticking in my cheek.She's gone into town to buy a fresh bottle of her favorite perfume and she should be back by now. I haven't been inside of her since just after breakfast. She has to be dripping by now, needy for that thick pressure I put between her legs.
All For You, Daddy 24: Ramsy.
"Roll the window up and stay put," I growl at Dobbs."Yes, sir."This isn't the first time we've had to fuck with Dobbs in the vicinity. The first time, he couldn't look me in the eye for a week. Especially after hearing the way Julia screams for Daddy when she comes. He never openly watches. I wouldn't allow that. But there are times when there's simply no choice but to feed the hunger while he's present.When I reach Julia, her fingers are down the front of her panties and she's petting herself, her back arched against the side of the limo. Her nipples are puckered behind the thin material of her tank top, her thighs tight around that fondling hand. Every time I think she can't get hotter, she does. She lets loose a little more and blows my mind."We can do better than that," I growl, capturing her wrist and ripping her hand free of her underwear, my lips crushing down on hers, plundering her with my tongue, licking the whimper clean out of her perfect little mouth. "Poor baby girl,
All For You, Daddy Book Twelve: Guilty As Sin.
Harriet Delevingne has been watching tech billionaire Locke Atwood from afar for the past two years. Ever since that tragic night that pulled them apart, and made Locke forget about her.When Harriet gets contacted and hired to plan a stunning Halloween party for Locke's software firm, she sees it as a chance to get up close again. Locke makes her burn. Makes her feel things no other man can. But he's sworn off happiness or pleasure of any kind, and his quiet suffering only draws Harriet closer, turning up the dial on her obsession.But what she never expected was for Locke's obsession to rival hers. For him to command her, make her plead, 'Please,' with happy tears falling down her cheeks.When Locke finds out Harriet's true identity, and where she was during that terrible night two years ago, will their passionate inferno continue to blaze? Or will it be doused by betrayal?Will Locke ever forgive her?----------1: Harriet.I walk into Locke Atwood's office and beam him my best smi
All For You, Daddy 2: Harriet.
"That's too bad..." I say, circling the desk in his direction. "Because unfortunately, planning a party requires a lot of input from the client. You." I perch myself on the lip of Locke's desk, immediately to his right. And I cross my legs slowly, letting him peruse my thighs. Letting him catalogue my garter belts and a hint of pink panties. "We'd have to work closely together to make sure everything runs...smooth. And tight."Once upon a time, I was something of a flirt. Some even called me a tease.I've always enjoyed being a little daring with my wardrobe. For myself. My own enjoyment. Frilly underthings, sexy clothes and new makeup trends are my jam. Unfortunately, men expect a certain behavior out of me because of my clothing. But I am not a seductress. I've had a boyfriend or two in the distant past, but ever since what happened and I found Locke? Other men don't exist for me anymore. There is only this man right in front of me. I'm compelled to establish a physical connection w
All For You, Daddy 3: Locke.
From the second-story window of my home office, I stare down at the driveway and watch the hot brunette climb out of her pink Jeep.I've never seen anyone more beautiful in my thirty-two years.Beautiful and young. Carefree. Bubbly. Social.In other words, my opposite.Harriet.She's in icepick heels and a skirt that barely covers her incredible ass. She's smiling. I recall that smile almost as much as the wicked hard-on she gave me yesterday at work. At work. I couldn't stand up for three hours after she left, my dick was so stiff. My heart seemed determined to beat out of control long after she'd sashayed through the aisle of ogling coders and out the exit. It's all starting again and she's not even in the door.Now, she leans across the driver's seat to retrieve a folder from the passenger side, causing her skirt to travel upward and reveal hints of two supple buns. A nude-colored thong. And those thighs. They're so long and tan—and shiny. How the hell does she get them like that?
All For You, Daddy 4: Locke.
I clear my throat hard. "Would you like something to drink, Harriet?""Yes, please," she answers with one of those bright smiles. "Anything is fine. Seltzer, soda, water...""Lemon lime seltzer?""Perfect."I take the can from my fridge and pour it into a glass, sliding it across the island in her direction, rather than get too close. But when I do that, when I avoid going near her, I watch her smile dim and sadness dance through her brown eyes. Painful, burdensome sadness that doesn't belong anywhere in the vicinity of this bubbly girl.My heart jolts up into my mouth at the sight of it.What was that?Did I cause it?"W-well..." she begins unevenly. "Have you given any more thought to what you would like to see at the Halloween party?"I want to address the sadness, the desolation I glimpsed in her, but it's gone now. Did I imagine it? "Uh...no. Not really. I'm sorry.""That's okay," she says, straightening her shoulders. "I have lots of ideas. Why don't I rattle them off and you ca
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